"It's in the room. I'll get it for you, sir."

"Let's go together."

…

Zhuang Zhou followed Hongyu into the house, and Hongyu carefully took out a cloth bag and opened it.

There was only a yellowed ancient book inside.

The cover was embroidered with seven ancient characters in gold thread, which were completely unrecognizable.

Although it has been worn down by time, it still looks solemn and dignified.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't wait to take the medical book, and Hongyu hurriedly shouted:

"Sir, be gentle!"

"Oh, yes, yes, look how clumsy I am."

Zhuang Zhou gently opened the first page and saw neat handwriting with varying shades of ink.

It is obviously written by an ancient person.

“What a nice handwriting!”

Zhuang Zhou exclaimed sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Hongyu showed a hint of pride on her face:

"As long as you like it, sir."

Zhuang Zhou flipped through the pages one by one, appearing to be so gentle, as if he was afraid of damaging them.

Although he couldn't understand the content at all.

But the rarity of this medical book alone was enough to make him excited.

If this thing were brought back to the modern era, it would surely be extremely valuable.

"Hongyu, where did you get this medical book?"

Zhuang Zhou asked.

Hongyu smiled softly and said:

"A few days ago, an old Taoist priest came to my house to beg for alms. I gave him some food. He said we were destined to be together, so he gave me this medical book."

Zhuang Zhou was secretly glad when he heard this.

This Hongyu really has good taste.

"By the way, Hongyu, what's written on it?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at the cover carefully again, but still couldn't recognize it.

Hongyu obviously understood and blurted out:

"Sir, this is written from the Bian Que Neijing."

Zhuang Zhou's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out:

"Then isn't this the Bian Que Wai Jing?"

Hongyu nodded and said:

"They are the two lost medical books of the legendary doctor Bian Que."